lovely sound of wild parrots out the window in the morning.
watching baseball in the family room with mom and dad.
studying, with maxx and zoë and frank, the ways and the natural habitat of the snerfaladerf
(and the doodleflork).
this place has always been home. for so long, no matter where i was, no matter where home should have been, this was home. what wonderful - to be here now in that period of my adulthood in which where i live is home too.
Friday, October 23, 2009
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